INSPECTOR: You saw him, then?
BRIONY: Yes, I saw him.
INSPECTOR: Just as you see me.
BRIONY: I know it was him.
INSPECTOR: You know it was him, or you saw him?
BRIONY: Yes, I did. I saw him.
INSPECTOR: With your own eyes?
BRIONY: Yes. I saw him, I saw him with my own eyes.

Warden Samuel Norton: I have to say that’s the most amazing story I’ve ever heard. What amazes me most is that you were taken in by it.

Andy Dufresne: Sir?

Warden Samuel Norton: It’s obvious this fellow Williams is impressed with you, he hears your tale of woe and naturally wants to cheer you up. He’s young, not terribly bright, it’s not surprising he wouldn’t know what a state he put you in.

Andy Dufresne: Sir, he’s telling the truth.

Warden Samuel Norton: Let’s say for the moment this Blatch does exist. You think he’d just fall to his knees and cry: “Yes, I did it, I confess! Oh, and by the way, add a life term to my sentence.”

Andy Dufresne: You know that wouldn’t matter. With Tommy’s testimony I can get a new trial.

Warden Samuel Norton: That’s assuming Blatch is still there. Chances are excellent he’d be released by now.

Andy Dufresne: Well they’d have his last known address, names of relatives. It’s a *chance*, isn’t it.

[Norton shakes his head]

Andy Dufresne: How can you be so obtuse?

Warden Samuel Norton: What? What did you call me?

Andy Dufresne: Obtuse. Is it deliberate?

Warden Samuel Norton: Son, you’re forgetting yourself.

Andy Dufresne: The country club will have his old time cards. Records, W-2s with his name on them. Sir, if I ever get out, I’d never mention what happens here. I’d be just as indictable as you for laundering that money.

[Norton slaps the table]

Warden Samuel Norton: Don’t you ever mention money to me again, you sorry son of a bitch! Not in this office, not anywhere!